Thursday

Last night’s got me reading Ferlinghetti and I like who am today
—or at least who the fuck I’m trying to be.
Kitchen counters and skyline glimpses.
Those 12 string melodies in tobacco haze.
Take a tab, calm yourself, that’s some strong stuff and it works for you.
The light’s blown out so we’ll eat by aquarium glow. Quite a formal tortoise.
Heavy keystrokes, but the chatter is light and your smirk eases my tense frame.
Just some blue-eyed darlings wrapped in kisses before dawn.

Shauna Jarrett is a queer Philadelphia poet and social worker. They enjoy daydreaming on the trolley, wandering aimlessly, and art-house films.